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In the hospital restroom, Karon was washing his hands. He did not feel particularly dirty, nor even disgusted. Anyone who had truly cared for the elderly or accompanied patients in a hospital would know that such a situation was perfectly ordinary.
He stepped out of the restroom and returned to Alfred’s room. The golden retriever was dozing, and Alfred had also fallen asleep. Karon leaned against the wall, his head down as he mentally replayed the image of the gunmen shooting and the tram exploding afterward.
Because he had layered multiple defenses over himself at the very beginning, blocking his own vision, it was unrealistic for him to expect the memory to feel particularly thrilling. Still, from another angle, the incident proved just how practical the spells were that Pu’er and Kevin had chosen for Karon to learn.
Alfred had been blasted into such a miserable state, yet Karon had been practically unharmed. Even the little girl who had been crunching potato chips beside him had come out without a scratch.
Compared to lying on a bed to receive “ointment,” Karon preferred being the one who applied said “ointment.”
Maintaining that position, Karon remained lost in his thoughts for a long time. He was not fatigued; He simply wanted to empty his mind.
When he finally returned to himself, he opened the door and went out. He needed to buy some food, but was not sure whether or not this hospital had a cafeteria. He needed to check first.
“Hello. May I ask where Mr. Alfred’s room is?”
“Ciri,” Karon called towards the nurse’s station.
“Young Master.” Ciri saw Karon and immediately ran over. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and Pu’er sat on her shoulder.
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“Young Master, please go home and rest. I’ll stay here and care for Mr. Alfred.”
“Take this...
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